Spongebob Squarepants was enjoying a nice walk around his home as he felt a weird sense.
"Gary... something doesn't feel right." Spongebob said to his meowing snail as he looked into his bed to see a certain orange colored bandicoot. "What the?"
"Whoa!" Crash greeted as he sped right out of Spongebob's bedroom, leaving the sponge boy confused as the mammal somehow didn't have a helmet to give him air, tumbling down the stairs as Spongebob squinted his eyes.
"And that's what happened earlier," Spongebob explained to his friends while having a Krabby Patty at the Krusty Krab.
"...Like that really happened." Squidward scoffed as he rubbed his big nose.
"Bandicoot sounds delicious!" Patrick exclaimed while sticking out his tongue.
"Guys, we have a duty to do," Uncle Grandpa stated to a bunch of copies of himself who all nodded in agreement as he pointed at the clock that had Crash Bandicoot on it. "This beautiful bandicott is in trouble, and we need to help him!"
"Yeah, but how?" Mr. Gus stated while reading a newspaper, "We can't just alter a fanfic to be retroactively involving us."
"Sure we can!" Uncle Grandpa stated as he opened up a warp, pointing towards it, follow me!"
Nightful. On the new island home of a crashing bandicoot, that is. And why...?
Because it happens to be remotely away from the notorious lair of Dr. Neo Cortex whom originally caused trouble for the red bandicoot. But though wasn't the usual case...
"Finally... I got the one thing to screw over that cursed bandicoot once and for all..." Cortex chuckled as he tapped his fingers together in his lab. "And it only took me years to think of it!"
That ol' crash prone bandicoot got out of his bed as usual and went downstairs. He was having a bad dream experience, and he'd thought that drinking milk would cure him.
Man was he wrong...
Crash grabbed the carton of milk from the refrigerator, and he started drinking from the carton itself. He didn't care about germs or the bad possibilities all in all, simply because he doesn't speak. But it was when he placed the milk carton back in the refrigerator, did the incident occur...
Crash held his forehead, feeling a bit dizzy as he stumbled up the stairs. He went into his bedroom and fell flat on the floor. He was forced to crawl towards his bed on his stomach and he grabbed the wooden desk nearby to get up.
Crash wasn't feeling as good or normal as he did. His legs were wobbly, and his eyes were wide-open with small red veins noticeable. Crash groaned and slumped into his bed, feeling too weak to do anything. The next thing the bandicoot learn was that he was feeling very drowsy, and he doze off.
"...Whoa..." Is all that Crash muttered, his iconic phrase echoing the situation.
Unfortunately for Crash's relative and friends, Crash Bandicoot never woke up again after sleeping.
And truth be told it was a tragic way to end a good life. Crash Bandicoot would be missed.
"...good thing that was Bandicoo and not Bandicoot," Uncle Grandpa explained as he was sitting on top of a palm tree, having made it to the island with Mr. Gus.
"I don't see what purpose we have here..." Mr. Gus stated while munching on a nearby wumpa fruit, smirking. "Although I will say that these are delicious."
"I kind of forgot why you guys are here." Spongebob said as hewasalsoontheisland.